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Something else is going on.
And these assassins. Who do they work for? Why kill Cynthia's parents?
All I'm left with are more questions.
CHAPTER 13
Cynthia
I tell myself it's Adam's kindness to me that makes my heart beat so wildly around him. It's how gently he treats me as compared to the rest of the world that makes me want to put my head on his chest and just close my eyes. He makes me feel safe and protected, and I want to cling onto that feeling.
But I can't forget he viciously attacked his own brother for me, something that is going to get Jonathon to realize that Adam went after his brother to defend me. The first time can be a fluke. The second time means feelings. He's going to figure out Adam cares about me, and he'll exploit that.
I stare at my laptop, unseeing.
Adam didn't remember that incident. Even gripped in the throes of the drug, I could see his confusion and then shock when I reminded him. Unlike Norman, who seems to know everything, Adam is in the dark. Either it was a deliberate choice on his father's part or perhaps he really did not remember. A part of me hurts at that thought. Was I so insignificant to him? Was my suffering so nominal that it wasn't worth remembering?
However, what's done is done. I can't hold the past against him. What would be the point?
I can't ever be with Adam. Not in the way he wants me to be. As long as I am tied to the Moore family with this blood debt,Adam cannot even think of giving me the mating mark. It's the one thing that will be his downfall. I already know he will never concede his company to his father and brother, and neither will he give up his Alpha heir position, and I cannot ask him to do it either. When I sat on his balcony three nights ago, a part of me wanted to go to him and ask him to give up everything to be with me so I could finally be happy.
But my feet wouldn't move.
What if he didn't do it? What if he looked at me and laughed at how ridiculous my idea was?
And truth be told, I didn't want him to.
He's worked hard, and he's going to make an excellent Alpha.
My hatred for this pack has begun to ebb away. People like Lydia and Maya still exist. They deserve a good Alpha. And even thinking of asking Adam to give it all up for me is beginning to sound more and more ludicrous. How could I even expect that he would do so for someone like me? Especially when I know I might never get my freedom.
My laptop screen is beginning to dim. I realized when I woke up in Adam's arms that this life was never going to be mine. This was the life of a woman who was free to love and trust. If I get my freedom, it will be at Adam's cost, and I will hurt the one man who has shown me what it's like to be cherished. And without betraying Adam, I can never taste freedom.
As I stare out at the brilliant city lights, it occurs to me that, for the first time in my life, I was slightly happy while I was in Adam's arms. Maybe this was all the happiness I was allowed to achieve in this life. My purpose in life has been to obey Jonathonlike a good slave, to be beaten when he raises his whip, to do what he wanted, when he wanted. There has never been any room for what I wanted, for what I desired.
I want Adam to be successful.
I want him to be happy.
If I help him achieve that, then I could get my freedom in a different way. Because Jonathon will not let Adam have me once he becomes Alpha. He'd sooner kill me.
Adam deserves a mate who can stand by his side, tall and proud, confident and perfect. He deserves someone who will be able to love him and trust him. I'm broken. I've been that way for years. My decision is for the best.
A knock on the door has me looking up.
A woman walks in, and I recognize her.
Tina Tremblay.
I've heard of her. She's the only heir to the Tremblay fortune. A beautiful woman who's also known for her business prowess. She's studied at one of the top universities in Switzerland, owns two art galleries up in New York, and is known for her social work within the pack.
I'm surprised to see her here and get to my feet. "Miss Tremblay."
She blinks. "Have we met?"
"No, but I know about you. Do you have an appointment with Mr. Moore?"
"Is Adam in?" Her eyes light up, and the affection I see in her eyes makes my stomach twist.
